那是一个异常寒冷的冬天,妈妈开车带我去姥爷家。在一个十字路口,我们遇到了红灯,便把车停了下来。这时,我看见了一个衣衫褴褛的老太太。好满头银发,背着一个大布袋子,从袋口露出一两个破旧的塑料瓶。她手里拿着一块抹布,那布破得,连我们家荷兰猪花花睡觉的垫子都不如。老太太先向车里的人鞠躬, It was an unusually cold winter, my mother drove me to my grandfather’s house. At a crossroads, we encountered a red light and stopped the car. At this time, I saw a ragged old lady. Very silly, carrying a large cloth bag, revealing from the pocket one or two shabby plastic bottles. She had a rag in her hand, and that cloth was broken, not even the cushions that our Dutch pig had slept in. The old lady bowed to the car first,